However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind as Harrison continued to give orders and direct the convoy's movements.
Today, he is playing a big game of chess.
After this battle, the escort convoy had completed half of its journey.
Moreover, most of the remaining journey will be flat and open areas, and there will be fewer and fewer shelters.
In those places, the bandits had to mobilize on a large scale if they wanted to succeed. Without two or three hundred people, it would be impossible to stop a convoy in the flat areas.
But if a team of this size were deployed, there would definitely be a lot of noise.
LAPD's helicopter is now following high in the sky. In the sunny afternoon, it can observe far away places without lowering its altitude.
The helicopter was located at a very high altitude and did not dare to stay in one place for too long. Just in the morning, it had experienced a previous accident and did not want to become the second lapd helicopter to crash in one day.
Luke didn't notice anything unusual this time.
The convoy moved forward for a distance again, leaving this densely populated residential area and entering a more desolate factory area.
If there is a big move to be made, this is the best opportunity.
Otherwise, once you leave the city, there will be a vast desert area, and it will be difficult to find even the Tibetans. Any movement will be detected by the helicopter.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Luke frowned, looked towards the convoy's location, and drove over.
On the intercom, a team member was already reporting: "The vehicle escorting the suspect was hit by an X-bomb and has overturned, but we did not find the attacker. I repeat, we did not find the attacker."
The same is true for Luke.
He didn't spot the attacker, and didn't even smell the x-bomb.
But the SUV carrying Alex was indeed blown over.
Was it some type of homemade bomb? Or... a supernatural power? He cruised around the convoy, but found nothing.
There was no one around, not even after the suspect was transferred to another SUV.
Everyone continued to move forward, and the overturned SUV could only stay where it was, as it could no longer move.
Suddenly, Luke's expression changed, and he heard the sound of vehicles moving in all directions.
Fuxk! He cursed in his heart, turned the steering wheel, and backed the car into a dilapidated building on the street.
The next moment, with a rumbling sound, cars came out from everywhere.
These cars were coming from the opposite side of Luke and were driving very fast.
It was exactly the same operation as the truck convoy just now.
The helicopter in the sky was already frantically warning: "Here are the vultures! There are a lot of them, at least more than fifty vehicles, and they are surrounding us from the east."
Luke hid silently in the dilapidated building, watching the cars speeding past from east to west.
It's not that he was afraid, but there was no need.
There were so many of these guys that knocking over a few cars wouldn't affect the overall situation.
Rather than being surrounded and beaten by these guys, he would rather take the initiative and follow these guys to attack them.
But after watching the vehicles passing by, Luke turned on the intercom with a strange look on his face: "This is Falcon! Brother Hong, the people in these cars... don't seem to be carrying weapons, and they don't look like gangsters. You'd better identify them clearly before opening fire."
Harrison was also stunned when he heard this: "No weapons?"
Luke: "I saw seven or eight cars, all of which were filled with young people in their teens and twenties. They didn't see any weapons. They... looked like they were going to a party."
Harrison immediately asked the observer in the helicopter.
The observer also looked carefully and was surprised after a moment: "No weapons! Vulture repeats! We didn't see any weapons."
At this moment, the two sides finally met.
In fact, a large number of the other side's cars surrounded the escort convoy, forcing the convoy to slow down and stop.
These people got out of the car laughing and stood around the police car, and then loud music started playing.
These young people stood in formation, and then... began to dance, dance, dance!
"wtf!" Almost everyone escorting the convoy cursed out loud.
Have you messed up something? You should be shooting with your weapons now, why are you dancing? How dare you dance
This is not an Indian movie!
The escort convoy was also in trouble.
Shooting? You'd be crazy to do that.
There were unarmed young people in front of him, including many middle school students aged fifteen or sixteen.
Is it illegal for people to dance? Of course not.
Although the scale of one or two hundred people is a bit exaggerated, no one says that one or two hundred people can't dance together.
Harrison also saw the situation here. He was silent for a moment before saying, "The patrol officers should go and ask them what they are doing and ask them not to hinder public affairs."
The four motorcycle patrolmen were the most unlucky.
While the others were still in the car, they were trapped in the "vast sea of the masses".
They didn't dare to take action, but they couldn't leave either, as the people around them surrounded them tightly.
Some young people even performed difficult dance performances on their police motorcycles.
Selina was stunned watching from outside: "How can you play it like this? What kind of operation is this?"
Luke frowned.
He didn't understand what these young people wanted to do. They didn't really come here to dance, right
After a while, the four motorcycle patrolmen who were asking questions smiled bitterly, and one of them pressed the intercom: "Brother Hong, they said they were hired to shoot an MV, and they said it was the MV of a new song by the famous singer Shila."
Luke and Selina looked at each other: This is bullshit, right
He took out the fake phone and sent a message to Sheila.
A moment later, Sheila's message came back.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief: "It's none of Sheila's business. She's been busy preparing for her concert tour recently and has no plans to release new songs."
Selina looked at the children who were still jumping around lively and said, "Does that mean someone did this on purpose?"
Luke nodded.
However, most of his attention was on his surroundings.
There is no smell of weapons or dangerous goods on these young people. They are just tools to disrupt the police's sight.
Luke was most worried that the gangsters would take this opportunity to attack, as there were a lot of young people escorting the convoy.
Fortunately, such a brutal attack did not happen.
The motorcycle patrol worked tirelessly and finally turned off the music, and explained that they were a real LAPPD team, not temporary props hired by the MV.
The group of young people looked at each other and then made way.
But when Harrison asked the patrolman to ask them who was the organizer of the event, the young people looked around and said they couldn't find a girl named Peggy.
Peggy is the initiator of this event. She is the cheerleader of a middle school. She informed everyone about this event yesterday.
Moreover, each child who participated in this activity received a reward of fifty US dollars.
Since they could have fun and get paid, these kids soon formed a large group.
According to them, the other party used the excuse of filming an MV and asked them to surround a team of prop police cars and perform a song and dance show.